No God is found in any book or rule
or with good folk that preach aloud the word,
for faith is empty when worn to accrue.
Look beyond Savile suit and Oxford tongue
or in from rags to find if love is bold.
No God is found in any book or rule.
In night alone in silent thought, a guest
abides with song and love to mend your need,
for faith is empty when worn to accrue.
If Icon tears of holy splash on plague
are circus cheer, then love is silent seed.
No God is found in any book or rule.
In Sunday best, unknown at work, cliques
build up walls of truth in stone well laid,
for faith is empty when worn to accrue.
To love is more than words, love is surety:
silence of lovers, silence of a friend.
No God is found in any book or rule
for faith is empty when worn to accrue.
Based on a reflection from Quaker Faith & Practice
by Donald Court in the 1960′s about perceptions of truth.
